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12 Characters Here
Moriah Morales [8] "I'll told y'all this from the get-go - one of my bulbs wasn't screwed on too tightly. Deal with it."
Sabrina Murray [8]
Stella Murray [6]
Gabriel Taylor [5]
Violet Taylor [5]
Greyson Murray [5]
Eida Grace [4]
Bennett Ryan [4]
Caleb Lovely [3]
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Setting:
Santa Monica, California
Apartment Setup:
The Pier Towers: 1537 4th Street, Santa Monica, CA
Apartment 4A: Stella Murray, Violet Taylor, Caleb Lovely, Malachi Donaghue
Apartment 4B: Sabrina Murray, Eida Grace, Bennett Ryan, Gabriel Taylor
Apartment 4C: Greyson Murray, Moriah Morales, Delilah Everly, Christopher Holland
(The apartments are located on the 4th floor. All residents have access to apartment building rooftop, and laundry room in the basement.
Move in Date:
June 1st, 2017 (Thursday)
Move out Date:
August 16th, 2017 (Wednesday)
Jobs:
All of the characters will work at Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. restaurant on the pier on Monday from 2 PM - 8 PM, and Wednesday and Friday from 11 AM - 6 PM.
Waitstaff: Caleb, Malachi ,Gabriel, Moriah
Busboys/Busgirls: Eida , Bennett
Kitchen staff: Greyson , Delilah
Hostess: Stella , Violet
Bartenders: Christopher, Sabrina
Date: Thursday, June 1st / 2:00 PM
Location: The Pier Towers: 1537 4th Street, Santa Monica, CA
Dialogue Color: #005722
After hanging what he didn't want to wrinkle in the closet, and shoving everything else into drawers in his dresser, he took a few minutes to arrange the rest of his things. He was surprised that he was going to get to have his own bathroom, but then again, it was the Murrays who had arranged this whole thing. He knew that they lived a different quality of life than he was used to, even if they weren't always obnoxious about it. Additionally, he reminded himself that he knew that this was going to be a sick deal when he walked into it. Mr. and Mrs. Murray had always been generous, but allowing them to rent a few of the apartments in the new building that Mr. Murray's company had just finished remodeling was on a whole different playing field than letting Chris tag along on one or two of their summer vacations years ago, or allowing him to take home all of the leftovers when Mrs. Murray cooked her famous chicken parm dish. Even if nothing else worked out, Chris had already decided that this summer was going to be a good one, because he was living in a nice apartment at a price that seemed dirt cheap, even compared to what he was used to back in Massachusetts, where things already cost less than California.
This was going to be a summer of renewal for him. A fresh start. After his breakup with Eida, it was no secret that Christopher had hit rock bottom. For the two years that they had been dating, he had miraculously rid himself of the excessive habits he had in drinking, partying, and the likes. He recognized that they were all empty habits with no benefits, but he had become addicted to them over the years of engaging in them. It was more than an addiction, really. Those things had become a part of his personality and identity, and abandoning them had meant abandoning hobbies and friends that went along with it. He had been so head over heels for Eida, that somehow, none of that mattered then, like it had mattered the many other times that he had tried to get his act together before. She was the first girl that he had fallen for, and he was just as surprised by it as anyone else. Even with their breakup being civil, and somewhat expected, Chris found himself feeling like he had lost his new identity. And what did he have to fall back on? The only other "him" he knew, fit with coping habits that he knew would numb the pain quickly. He was jobless, and back to drinking excessively and partying on the regular within a few weeks of the breakup. It sucked, and Chris was embarrassed that he let things fall apart so easily, but he also was trying to cut himself some slack. He had time to mope and hit rock bottom, and that was fine, as long as this summer, he picked himself up again and moved on. Doing so while spending basically every day with that ex-girlfriend right in his vicinity would be hard, and he knew that, but at this point, he had no other choice. Doing this surely beat spending the summer in his parents' basement, since his lease had just recently ended up his apartment, and he had no money to secure a new one back in Boston any time soon anyway.
Living in the same apartment as Greyson Murray was going to be awkward, and Chris was willing to admit that. He felt bad for what had happened years ago, when he was nothing short of a dick, and drunkenly beat the kid up for what he interpreted as him hitting on him. It was a bad thing to do, especially given how close he was with the Murray family at the time, and though it was no excuse, Chris could only blame it on him being young, and beyond stupid. He wouldn't deny that he was a complete asshole when he was younger, though he wasn't as willing to see that his personality hadn't changed that much since then. At least as much as he liked to act like it had. Other than Greyson, though, Chris didn't mind Delilah and Moriah as his two other roommates. With a closed fist, he banged on Moriah's bedroom door, saying, "Come on, sunshine. Let's go see if Sabrina's finally D-T-F this summer. I need a good wingman in my corner, because you know that nothing goes better with a summer in California than a pretty blonde," he said, with that not-much-has-changed showing through in his personality with that remark, especially considering that he knew that Sabrina's brother was possibly within hearing distance.
Location: The Pier Towers: 1537 4th Street, Santa Monica, CA
Dialogue Color: #005722
After hanging what he didn't want to wrinkle in the closet, and shoving everything else into drawers in his dresser, he took a few minutes to arrange the rest of his things. He was surprised that he was going to get to have his own bathroom, but then again, it was the Murrays who had arranged this whole thing. He knew that they lived a different quality of life than he was used to, even if they weren't always obnoxious about it. Additionally, he reminded himself that he knew that this was going to be a sick deal when he walked into it. Mr. and Mrs. Murray had always been generous, but allowing them to rent a few of the apartments in the new building that Mr. Murray's company had just finished remodeling was on a whole different playing field than letting Chris tag along on one or two of their summer vacations years ago, or allowing him to take home all of the leftovers when Mrs. Murray cooked her famous chicken parm dish. Even if nothing else worked out, Chris had already decided that this summer was going to be a good one, because he was living in a nice apartment at a price that seemed dirt cheap, even compared to what he was used to back in Massachusetts, where things already cost less than California.
This was going to be a summer of renewal for him. A fresh start. After his breakup with Eida, it was no secret that Christopher had hit rock bottom. For the two years that they had been dating, he had miraculously rid himself of the excessive habits he had in drinking, partying, and the likes. He recognized that they were all empty habits with no benefits, but he had become addicted to them over the years of engaging in them. It was more than an addiction, really. Those things had become a part of his personality and identity, and abandoning them had meant abandoning hobbies and friends that went along with it. He had been so head over heels for Eida, that somehow, none of that mattered then, like it had mattered the many other times that he had tried to get his act together before. She was the first girl that he had fallen for, and he was just as surprised by it as anyone else. Even with their breakup being civil, and somewhat expected, Chris found himself feeling like he had lost his new identity. And what did he have to fall back on? The only other "him" he knew, fit with coping habits that he knew would numb the pain quickly. He was jobless, and back to drinking excessively and partying on the regular within a few weeks of the breakup. It sucked, and Chris was embarrassed that he let things fall apart so easily, but he also was trying to cut himself some slack. He had time to mope and hit rock bottom, and that was fine, as long as this summer, he picked himself up again and moved on. Doing so while spending basically every day with that ex-girlfriend right in his vicinity would be hard, and he knew that, but at this point, he had no other choice. Doing this surely beat spending the summer in his parents' basement, since his lease had just recently ended up his apartment, and he had no money to secure a new one back in Boston any time soon anyway.
Living in the same apartment as Greyson Murray was going to be awkward, and Chris was willing to admit that. He felt bad for what had happened years ago, when he was nothing short of a dick, and drunkenly beat the kid up for what he interpreted as him hitting on him. It was a bad thing to do, especially given how close he was with the Murray family at the time, and though it was no excuse, Chris could only blame it on him being young, and beyond stupid. He wouldn't deny that he was a complete asshole when he was younger, though he wasn't as willing to see that his personality hadn't changed that much since then. At least as much as he liked to act like it had. Other than Greyson, though, Chris didn't mind Delilah and Moriah as his two other roommates. With a closed fist, he banged on Moriah's bedroom door, saying, "Come on, sunshine. Let's go see if Sabrina's finally D-T-F this summer. I need a good wingman in my corner, because you know that nothing goes better with a summer in California than a pretty blonde," he said, with that not-much-has-changed showing through in his personality with that remark, especially considering that he knew that Sabrina's brother was possibly within hearing distance.
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Moriah liked nighttime flights. She didn't have an issue with airplanes to begin with, so it was safe to say that she loved flying. In fact, she preferred it over the Greyhound or Megabus, despite the fact that both were usually much cheaper than flying. However, her favorite time to fly was during the nighttime. She couldn't get as comfortable during the day as she could when they were at take-off and there was nothing but darkness outside of her window, accented only by the glittering lights of the the buildings and various structures she got to see as they got higher and higher in the sky. It was why she had decided to get a flight early in the morning from Massachusetts. What she had appreciated, though - more than the enjoyment of flying into the dark skies of the early morning - more was that it meant that Moriah got to climb right into a bed and sleep a little bit later, at least until the alarm on her phone went off to signal that the others should be coming arriving. It had been daytime when she arrived at LAX, so she hadn't slept for too long, but a good hour of sleep for her meant more time to have some fun before everyone had to start working and adulting.
By the time Moriah had taken a shower and finished unpacking, she had heard one or two other people entering the apartment and going into their own spaces to do the same. She hadn't been the most thrilled when she found out that she had to stay with Delilah, but that fact was less frustrating when it meant that Greyson and Chris were her other two people. She liked Greyson and Chris was her partner-in-crime. There wasn't any place that he was that didn't mean that Moriah wasn't going to enjoy herself. Which was why, when he banged on her door like the asshole that he was, Moriah had half the mind to slip off her sandal for the sake of throwing it at him, but didn't. She just rolled her eyes and replied through the door, "If being your wingman means I get to watch your ass fail because we all know that's the last blonde that's gonna be on your arm," Moriah opened the door with a sweet smile, a challenge in her eyes. "Then I'm down." With her keys and wallet thrown into her purse, Moriah closed the door behind her, phone in her other hand. She didn't bother checking in on Greyson or Delilah. They'd all be meeting up anyway and she had at least one other person she actually cared about seeing, which was the blonde girl in question. So, she sent a quick text to Sabrina while grinning up at Chris. "C'mon, Holland. Ain't even been here a day and already thirsting about?"
To: Sabrina
where r u?? lemme <3 u
By the time Moriah had taken a shower and finished unpacking, she had heard one or two other people entering the apartment and going into their own spaces to do the same. She hadn't been the most thrilled when she found out that she had to stay with Delilah, but that fact was less frustrating when it meant that Greyson and Chris were her other two people. She liked Greyson and Chris was her partner-in-crime. There wasn't any place that he was that didn't mean that Moriah wasn't going to enjoy herself. Which was why, when he banged on her door like the asshole that he was, Moriah had half the mind to slip off her sandal for the sake of throwing it at him, but didn't. She just rolled her eyes and replied through the door, "If being your wingman means I get to watch your ass fail because we all know that's the last blonde that's gonna be on your arm," Moriah opened the door with a sweet smile, a challenge in her eyes. "Then I'm down." With her keys and wallet thrown into her purse, Moriah closed the door behind her, phone in her other hand. She didn't bother checking in on Greyson or Delilah. They'd all be meeting up anyway and she had at least one other person she actually cared about seeing, which was the blonde girl in question. So, she sent a quick text to Sabrina while grinning up at Chris. "C'mon, Holland. Ain't even been here a day and already thirsting about?"
To: Sabrina
where r u?? lemme <3 u
greyson murray
the pier towers - 2:00 p.m
outfit
#8B9EB8
the pier towers - 2:00 p.m
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#8B9EB8
xxxxxx When the aircraft finally landed he grabbed his small nike backpack from the overhead compartment and shuffled along with everyone else off the plane. As he made his way to baggage claim he sent a small text to his siblings and his mother noting his arrival. He had left quite early that morning so by the time he landed he could hopefully check in and settle down before any of the others arrived.
To: Thing One, Thing Two
Just landed in LAX. Are either of you here yet?
Just landed in LAX. Are either of you here yet?
xxxxxx Greyson didn't mind the chaotic traffic when he finally escaped the airport. It wasn't much different from anything he'd experienced in New York. However, the city was hot as hell. Changing clothes would definitely be at the top of his list when he arrived at the Pier Towers. On the ride there he slipped his Nikon out of his backpack and lazily snapped a few pictures of the L.A. life out the window. Rows of palm trees lined the streets where sidewalks of a few early-risers bustled about the stores, a few of which Greyson recognized.
xxxxxxWhen he finally pulled up to the the Pier Towers, Greyson was pleasantly surprised to see that it matched the pictures his mother had sent to him of the place before the trip. At least his father had good taste in something. The room was cozy and modern, something he could definitely get used to for a while. He could hear the shower going from another room and spied Moriah's purse sitting on the table. The corner of his mouth lifted up in a lazy smile as he thought of the rambunctious girl. He then realized that he had completely forgotten about the concept that he had 'roomates' for this entire trip.
xxxxxxMoriah was one of Greyson's friends, he always enjoyed her company. Through the surmount of chick-flicks they had watched together he hoped that she felt the same. Chris, however, was something Greyson was quite weary about. Considering one of the last times he'd ever seen him he had blacked of Greyson's eyes and gave him a bloody nose. The two definitely didn't have the greatest of a relationship but nevertheless Greyson accepted it was going to be something he'd have to get used too. Delilah was middle-ground for Greyson, he hadn't been around her that much to know her too well.
xxxxxxGreyson had managed to unpack, change into more comfortable clothes, and was now lounging on the plushy bed in his room aimlessly scrolling through social media. After a moment, he went back into his messages and typed one out to Caleb. The two hadn't seen each other in quite some time, and Greyson still didn't know where he stood. Of course, it was silly of him to think that Caleb coming out meant that there was a chance between them, but it was still a thought that made his heart skip. Greyson spent a good five minutes erasing and rearranging the text before he finally gave up, and tossed the phone on the bed in frustration.
xxxxxxHowever, the sound of Christopher Holland's voice from outside his room gave him a reason to put down the phone, and not embarrass himself. He shoved his phone in his back pocket and peeked his head outside, his face lighting up at the sight of Moriah. "Momo! You would not believe the extra bag I packed with just movies and popcorn for us". He wasn't lying either, that bag was jacked full of every genre and flavor of popcorn you could think of. He turned his face slightly to glance at Chris, who still looked more or less the same since Greyson had last saw him. Greyson's jaw twitched slightly as the contents of their past flashed past his eyes, but this wasn't the time or place for any of that. He managed to flash a quick smile at Chris even adding in a small greeting. "Hey Chris".
xxxxxxHey he thought to himself, it's a start.
Violet Taylor
Outfit: Here
Dialogue: #888ce7
When all of that ended and she had to move back home, she felt like life was over. She didn't enroll in any classes for the spring at her local community college (because her parents said that that was the only college they would invest in for her, given with her poor track record) because she needed time for her pity-party, but when they threatened to bar her from the California trip, she was quick to meet with an advisor and schedule classes for the fall. She told herself that it was a sacrifice she needed to make, because if this summer went as well as she expected it to, she wouldn't even be in Massachusetts come fall. She would meet someone in California that would make her famous. For what, she didn't quite know, but she just knew that she was too good to continue living life as a normal person. She was meant to live a life of fame, freedom and money, and though she didn't have any particular skills that deserved to get her there, she was still confident that fate would take her there. Her chances to get there in New York had been cut short, but she was sure that this trip to California was God's way of giving her a second chance at that. Not even Gabe failing miserably at understanding the concept of lighting while she made him take photos of her at the airport so she could add a jet setter vibe to her Instagram managed to ruin her vibe, and that said something.
Now that she was settled in, with her room looking as up to par as she could make it with what she had packed, she was ready to start this adventure. Before she could really do much, though, she found herself in Stella's bedroom (which unsurprisingly, looked ten times better than Violet's). Even if once Stella started dating Gabe, her coolness had been demoted in Violet's opinion, she still thought pretty highly of Stella. "I feel like you totally need to like consider ditching my brother this summer. Like, I just feel like we're literally going to meet so many guys this summer and you don't need to be weighed down by someone who's less interesting than watching paint dry on a wall. You could do a lot better, Stella," she insisted, making herself at home as she lounged on the girl's bed, purposely depreciating her brother's value, as she liked to do just to cause trouble when she was feeling bored.
Sabrina Murray
Hex code: #23CADE
A week ago, Sabrina had forced herself into believing that this summer would be one to remember. And for all good reasons. It was a vacation with your closest friends on the other side of the country. She couldn't complain about that, ignoring the fact that she easily could given the embedded drama that was waiting to boil over by the end of the three month period. But she needed to tell herself that this was going to be a good time, otherwise she'd find some excuse to stay back home all summer, and then come September, she'd hit herself for passing up so many opportunities. Like forming great memories, getting drunk all the time, finally sticking to a fitness routine, maybe even something involving Gabe... The latter she forced from her head though. Doing so was second nature by this point. Never going through with him was something she'd done for so long it felt as natural as breathing, but that was when she actually knew there was a possibility, even the slightest one, that something might happen. But that was clearly no longer an option, and it bothered her more than she'd like to admit. Nevertheless, like always, she saw it through, despite the fact that this time she didn't try as hard to keep her relationship with her sister as ideal as possible. Despite all of that, though, she had really convinced herself that this summer was going to be good. She'd truly believed it until a few days ago when she found out about Stella and Chris. It happened in such a chaotic, tumultuous way. Sabrina wasn't going to ignore her sister freaking out in her apartment over something seemingly small in place of bringing up the huge bomb the girl had dropped on her. But she still hadn't brought it up, and being in the same apartment as Gabe was now stressing her out more than it was exciting her as it had been just a week before. So much for not passing up opportunities, but was this something she really wanted to go for?
Her mind was far fuller than she intended it to be, especially with it being the start of the summer. Her mind wasn't supposed to feel so heavy. For someone so good at bottling things up, this was poking at her quite a bit. It was no wonder that by two o' clock in the afternoon, it felt like no time had passed. Even after the flight, and getting settled, and eating, and then recently, showering, Sabrina's body was impatient for the day to be over with. Instead of enjoying the spacious apartment, she'd spent most of her time inside her room, trying to avoid the others, Gabe specifically. As she was still toweling off her hair, she heard her phone vibrate. Despite only being there for a few hours by this point, the room was littered with clothing everywhere as she tried figuring out what she was going to wear. Definitely not the bests of starts, she told herself. When she saw the text was from someone she could actually look forward to seeing, she was eager to respond. She needed some sort of distraction; just a little bit of Moriah's no-fucks-to-give energy, because she was convinced that she had a worrisome surplus of them. Of course, if she knew Chris was with company, then she'd have more hesitation.
To: Moriah
In my room!
To: Moriah
D: pls help me pick out an outfit
Her mind was far fuller than she intended it to be, especially with it being the start of the summer. Her mind wasn't supposed to feel so heavy. For someone so good at bottling things up, this was poking at her quite a bit. It was no wonder that by two o' clock in the afternoon, it felt like no time had passed. Even after the flight, and getting settled, and eating, and then recently, showering, Sabrina's body was impatient for the day to be over with. Instead of enjoying the spacious apartment, she'd spent most of her time inside her room, trying to avoid the others, Gabe specifically. As she was still toweling off her hair, she heard her phone vibrate. Despite only being there for a few hours by this point, the room was littered with clothing everywhere as she tried figuring out what she was going to wear. Definitely not the bests of starts, she told herself. When she saw the text was from someone she could actually look forward to seeing, she was eager to respond. She needed some sort of distraction; just a little bit of Moriah's no-fucks-to-give energy, because she was convinced that she had a worrisome surplus of them. Of course, if she knew Chris was with company, then she'd have more hesitation.
To: Moriah
In my room!
To: Moriah
D: pls help me pick out an outfit
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"Yaaaaaaaassss Zaddy," Moriah exclaimed the second Greyson started talking. Moriah might not have been about to go check on this specific Murray just yet as she had a specific blonde to pounce on the second she saw her, but it made no difference once she actually realized that Greyson was really in his room. Their relationship was probably one of those ones people who knew her would think that she would sustain, but Greyson was one of those people that Moriah could chill with. He generally saw a much tamer side to her and considering what he had brought along with him to indulge in over their summer break, it wasn't like Moriah was going to be having any qualms about chilling out if it meant popcorn and convincing Greyson to watch The Wedding Planner again. Yet and still, Moriah teased whenever she could. She turned his way, arms stretched out as she bound over to him. Before long, Moriah was pressing a kiss into her friend's cheek, a big grin on her face. "You always know what to say to make a girl feel loved." Immediately afterwards, Moriah turned narrowed eyes to Christopher while adding, "Unlike some people." Only a moment later and a teasing smirk was directed at one of her best guys before turning back to Greyson.
"But come on, lemme look at you," she continued, trying to pull Greyson from behind his door. Her phone pinged only a moment later. It wasn't that necessary considering the fact that she could see just fine now that she was standing next to him, but Moriah was extra. The move was necessary according to her and she gave him a leery appraisal, playfully eyeing him up and down. "Look at you looking like a right snack from somebody's Tumblr aesthetic! Gonna make me have to watch out for these slick ass West Coast thots trying to get a bite outta my boo." Giggling, Moriah added, "But no, seriously, babe, we were 'bout to go check on Sabrina who I think," she checked her phone, "just text me back. You done packing?" Waiting for a response, Moriah hurried and sent a quick response back to Sabrina.
To: Sabrina
omw
"But come on, lemme look at you," she continued, trying to pull Greyson from behind his door. Her phone pinged only a moment later. It wasn't that necessary considering the fact that she could see just fine now that she was standing next to him, but Moriah was extra. The move was necessary according to her and she gave him a leery appraisal, playfully eyeing him up and down. "Look at you looking like a right snack from somebody's Tumblr aesthetic! Gonna make me have to watch out for these slick ass West Coast thots trying to get a bite outta my boo." Giggling, Moriah added, "But no, seriously, babe, we were 'bout to go check on Sabrina who I think," she checked her phone, "just text me back. You done packing?" Waiting for a response, Moriah hurried and sent a quick response back to Sabrina.
To: Sabrina
omw
Dialogue Color: #005722
He had moved in with Stella a few months back, after moving back to Boston for work, and subsequently losing that job due to the mental implications of his breakup with Eida. He was horrible for doing it, especially since Gabe was one of his best friends, and one of the people who convinced Stella that she would be doing a good deed by letting Chris stay with her until he got back on his feet, but his urges had led him to starting and maintaining a roommates with benefits relationship. If Stella wasn't his best friend's girlfriend, then he wouldn't have felt an ounce of guilt, but she was. Gabe was his boy, the one person who had been there for him through thick and thin, and he knew that this was the ultimate betrayal. Of course, he and Stella had agreed to keep what they had done a secret, and that it wouldn't happen again now that everyone was back together, but even being in the mindset that he couldn't look at her in a sexual way anymore, he struggled to know how to look at her. It was like one of those scenarios where someone had just done something wrong, and was told to "just act normal". He felt like his actions were going to seem robotic and stiff, since they were going to be overthought, and because of that, he figured that maybe avoiding Stella would be the best option for as long as possible, at least in the beginning. Once everyone else got comfortable and caught up, he hoped that he would feel more comfortable too.
"Hey man," Chris said, offering a return greeting to Greyson, who was one more person that Chris felt stiff interacting around. The guilt was there too, since even though the incident between them occurred years ago, he still felt guilty about it. Not guilty enough to ever man up and offer a genuine and heartfelt apology, but guilty enough to try to be pleasant in interactions. "I'll meet you over there," he said to Moriah, figuring that she probably wanted to stay and chat with Greyson for a little while, and knowing that that wasn't something that he wanted to do. "I forgot that you're brother's living over there too, and I'd rather talk to him before you or Violet do something to put him into a bad mood," he said with a smirk, as he slipped past the two and headed across the hall, before knocking loudly on apartment 4B's door, where Sabrina, Gabriel, Eida and Bennett were supposed to be staying.
S T E L L A . M U R R A Y
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Her relaxing shower had put her into a fairly decent mood, and it kept her feeling more inclined to smirk and roll her eyes at Violet's words, than snapping at her. The latter could have been a possibility too, given that Stella's conscience was guilty when it came to the exact topic that Violet was talking about, so she was even more grateful for feeling calm at the moment, because it kept her pleasant. With her hair blow dried, and now fully dressed, she idly touched up a few things in her room, making sure that everything looked neat and in its place, as she chatted with Violet. "I'm very happy with Gabe," she confirmed, giving the girl a knowing look. "You know that." It was a lie, or at least somewhat of a lie, because while she had grown to really enjoy Gabe's company, and she was happy when she was with him, it was a lie to say that she was happy with the situation overall. Their relationship (on Stella's end) had only arisen due to Stella wanting to have what Sabrina wanted, leaving her sister incapable of having it herself. She hadn't exactly thought that through, and years later, here she was in what was now a long term relationship that she wasn't nearly as invested in as Gabe was. She didn't let that show, but it was beginning to become an act that she was struggling to maintain when she had so much else on her plate.
"I'm down for helping you find yourself a cute little summer fling though," she added, as she picked up her phone to see that it was finally fully charged again. "One that won't lead to you failing out of college, of course," she added, pulling her eyes away from the screen for a moment to glance back at the girl as she referenced the relationship that she knew had occurred between Caleb and Violet a while back. It had seemed just as odd and misplaced to Stella as it probably did to everyone else, and tough she knew that Violet was definitely 100% at fault for failing out of school, she couldn't help but to repeat an opinion that Gabe had had on it after Violet first moved back home, just to play that "all-knowing older sister" role that she felt most comfortable in.
To: Gabe
Lunch :)??
This was what Gabe needed – a nice, long, refreshing summer of pure relaxation. California gave off that vibe completely, being a place that Gabe envisioned to be one filled with palm trees, and surfers, and people who were never in a rush to be anywhere other than where they were. Surprisingly, this was his first time in the state. He had been on the west side of the country before, during a trip to Las Vegas for a friend’s twenty-first birthday, and when he visited The Grand Canyon as a kid, but he had never made his way to the golden state before. Before this summer, he had never had a specific reason to, and with how busy he tended to be, it was often easier to book smaller weekend getaways to New York or Miami when he had the money and needed to relax. California had always just been too inconvenient and out of the way, so he was relieved to finally have an excuse to visit, and in this case, not just visit, but actually live there for a few months. After graduating from medical school this past spring, he knew that he not only needed, but deserved, some time to relax. He was lucky that his residency didn’t start until the fall, as many of his fellow classmates had positions that started immediately after graduation, and he was even luckier that his schedule happened to align with those of his friends, some of whom he knew were just as busy as him, and others who… who probably found that this vacation was easier to fit into their schedules. As was the case with Chris, who had knocked on the apartment door just as Gabe was about to open it to leave.
To: Stella
You read my mind ;). Preferences or should we let the others pick?
Stella’s text coincided with the knocking, and answering that as he used his other hand to open the door left him with a momentary delay in actually realizing that it was Chris and greeting him. When he did look up though, a grin fell into place almost automatically. Though he had his flaws, Chris was one of Gabriel’s closest, and longest lasting friendships. They had grown up together, gotten into trouble together, and eventually, taken different roads in life, but regardless of that, they had managed to remain close. Chris was always there when Gabe needed a night out to drink away his worries, and even if he tended to feel like Chris needed to act his age more frequently, he tended to go more lightly on Chris than he would anyone else, simply because they were friends. It was why he had excused many of his more oblivious faults and poor actions, like the incident with Greyson. “What’s up, man?” he greeted with a wide smirk. “Surprised your ass is up at this hour. Still recovering from your never ending hangover, or did you decide to give being a functional human being a shot, and didn’t get yourself almost-kicked-off-the-flight-drunk on your way here?” he inquired.
Still standing in the doorway, he remembered Stella’s text, and letting Chris in, he moved a bit deeper into the apartment to call out to the others. He assumed they were in there, though he had been in the zone enough as he organized his space, that it was possible that he missed them slipping out. “Sabrina, your sister wants to eat,” he called out, smiling as he continued with, “so you know that that means that it’s time to eat.” Despite dating her, Gabe wouldn’t hesitate to poke fun at Stella’s tendencies to be rather controlling. He liked to think of it as a positive traits- like she knew what she want and was confident in herself. “Eida, Bennett, you guys hungry?” he continued, still speaking loud enough that he hoped they could hear from their bedrooms, if that was where they were. As he looked back to Chris, his voice lowered to an appropriate noise level, however. “So, yeah, think I’m gonna grab lunch with Stella. Your people all in your apartment? I’ll text my sisters and see if they’re hungry,” he added, as he pulled out his phone to do just that.
To: Moriah, Violet
Getting lunch if you’re hungry
To: Stella
You read my mind ;). Preferences or should we let the others pick?
Stella’s text coincided with the knocking, and answering that as he used his other hand to open the door left him with a momentary delay in actually realizing that it was Chris and greeting him. When he did look up though, a grin fell into place almost automatically. Though he had his flaws, Chris was one of Gabriel’s closest, and longest lasting friendships. They had grown up together, gotten into trouble together, and eventually, taken different roads in life, but regardless of that, they had managed to remain close. Chris was always there when Gabe needed a night out to drink away his worries, and even if he tended to feel like Chris needed to act his age more frequently, he tended to go more lightly on Chris than he would anyone else, simply because they were friends. It was why he had excused many of his more oblivious faults and poor actions, like the incident with Greyson. “What’s up, man?” he greeted with a wide smirk. “Surprised your ass is up at this hour. Still recovering from your never ending hangover, or did you decide to give being a functional human being a shot, and didn’t get yourself almost-kicked-off-the-flight-drunk on your way here?” he inquired.
Still standing in the doorway, he remembered Stella’s text, and letting Chris in, he moved a bit deeper into the apartment to call out to the others. He assumed they were in there, though he had been in the zone enough as he organized his space, that it was possible that he missed them slipping out. “Sabrina, your sister wants to eat,” he called out, smiling as he continued with, “so you know that that means that it’s time to eat.” Despite dating her, Gabe wouldn’t hesitate to poke fun at Stella’s tendencies to be rather controlling. He liked to think of it as a positive traits- like she knew what she want and was confident in herself. “Eida, Bennett, you guys hungry?” he continued, still speaking loud enough that he hoped they could hear from their bedrooms, if that was where they were. As he looked back to Chris, his voice lowered to an appropriate noise level, however. “So, yeah, think I’m gonna grab lunch with Stella. Your people all in your apartment? I’ll text my sisters and see if they’re hungry,” he added, as he pulled out his phone to do just that.
To: Moriah, Violet
Getting lunch if you’re hungry
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